The Emperor of Meiqiang and the Shadow has grown a pair of bunny ears

According to the flight information sent by Guan Ju, Yan Shiqing should arrive at 17:38 in the afternoon six days later.

Qi Jiu had already booked the restaurant and told Zhou Qing the detailed plan in advance so that he could arrange the paparazzi, but the result couldn't keep up with the changes.

Because Yan Shiqing came back in the early morning of the fifth day.

Midsummer loves torrential rain at night, which washes away the impetuous heat of the day and mixes the air with the smell of earth.

Qi Jiu was tired of rainy days, the white noise of raindrops beating sounded more like torture to him, and he felt a sharp pain piercing into the chaotic brain.

Even when the entrance door was closed, Qi Jiu still couldn't tell if it was an illusion caused by lightning and thunder.

It wasn't until a dim light ran in along the crack of the door that Qi Jiu squinted his eyes and opened the door with bare feet.

He wobbled, walked carefully to the stairs on the second floor, and greeted his former lover unexpectedly.

The rain was a bit heavy, and Yan Shiqing was completely drenched, he casually lifted his wet hair and put it behind his head, the contours of his muscles were lightly revealed through the fabric.

He was not in a panic, but a little more subtle and sexy. When he saw Qi Jiu unexpectedly, his expression froze, and then he obviously felt that the tail of his eyebrows softened.

His voice was wrapped in the summer night rain, low like a chord: "Did I wake you up?"

Qi Jiu was a little dazed, leaning on the escalator, and looking at Yan Shiqing who was slightly tilting his head.

He knows that he should go get a towel with the other person, or find some kindest words to respond to him.

But Qi Jiu stood where he was, talking about irrelevant topics: "...Why did you come back?"

"I can't wait." Yan Shiqing told Qi Jiu a few days ago, and now he mentioned it again calmly.

Qi Jiu just felt at a loss.

Is this a hallucination?

He tilted his head, wondering if this was a delusion planned by himself.

Because I hated being alone on a rainy day so much, I had endless dreams like before.

In his dream, he hoped that his lover would come back countless times, and prayed countless times that he would not be forgotten in such a stinky, moldy rainy season.

...Could this be an unreasonable conjecture of his own, just because he really couldn't think of what Yan Shiqing would say in his dream, so he blindly put repeated dialogue on him.

Qi Jiu's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her throat was clenched tightly, fearing that even breathing would break the illusion.

But Yan Shiqing just stood there, took a step forward, and stopped hesitantly.

He finished filming the last scene at nearly six o'clock that day, quietly left while being forced to stay for the wrap-up banquet, and then drove for eight hours, and crashed into a heavy rain on the way home.

On such a hot night, secretly planning romance in a corner that no one can foresee.

Qi Jiu saw that his fingers were trembling, but he didn't know the reason.

His heart seemed to have been scorched by fire, and every beat became hot.

Qi Jiu also saw Yan Shiqing's movements, but he also didn't know the reason.

But shrouded in a hazy sense of unreality, he chose to ask hesitantly, "What's wrong?"

Yan Shiqing answered him: "Seeing that you are barefoot, I want to carry you back to bed."

Lightning flashed briefly outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, and it took a while for muffled thunder to ring out.

He waited for the thunder to end, and lingered with Qi Jiu instead of the thunder: "But I'm too dirty to hug."

Boom, boom.

Yan Shiqing's whole body was in terrible condition, except his eyes were very bright, and the light of lightning had left faint traces in his eyes.

Wet, like a puppy.

Qi Jiu parted her lips slightly, and twisted her toes a little awkwardly.

He belatedly realized that this was real.

After all, the Yan Shiqing imagined by Qi Jiu would never say such embarrassing things.

Sound waves travel slower than light, and Qi Jiu finally heard Yan Shiqing's voice after seeing Yan Shiqing with his own eyes.

He was at a loss, and he wasn't sure if the emotion that flooded his heart and made his eyes burn was called joy.

When he was distracted for a moment, Yan Shiqing approached him with the pair of cow slippers that Qi Jiu brought, and put them on for him one by one: "Did you often do this before?"

"I don't like wearing shoes when I'm alone at home."

He couldn't tell whether he was blaming or annoyed, but he casually mentioned this period of time that both of them deliberately avoided.

Qi Jiu raised his toes, a little unhappy when he said that.

The rain swallowed Yan Shiqing's temperature, and when it fell on the ankles, it brought a cold touch, making Qi Jiu shrink back uncontrollably.

Yan Shiqing thought it was him resisting, and patiently explained to him: "It's easy to catch cold if you don't wear shoes."

Standing on the next step, he was just able to look at Qi Jiu at the same level. He didn't hide the love in his eyes at all, but he only restrained himself and said, "Go to bed early."

It was as if he returned home a long time early and traveled far, just to see Qi Jiu in this way, and dared not ask for more than a word.

Qi Jiu froze on the spot, watching Yan Shiqing was about to stagger sideways, and suddenly took a step to the side to block him.

This was a subconscious action. The sound of slippers being pulled was hidden in the torrential rain, and both of them were caught off guard.

Qi Jiu blocked Yan Shiqing's way to the guest bedroom, looked at him limply, and said with a voice like a mosquito, "...the bed inside was wet by the rain."

Yan Shiqing was a little surprised: "The bed where the guest sleeps?"

"...Yes."

Then the air fell into silence.

Qi Jiu knew how lame his excuse was, it was even more ridiculous than Yan Shiqing splashing coke in the hotel.

The window of the guest bedroom is far away from the bed, and there are other rooms in the house besides the guest bedroom.

They all know it well, but they don't say it.

Qi Jiu shyly turned his hands away, squeezed his fingertips helplessly, looked at Yan Shiqing and quickly looked away.

He wanted to find some remedial words: "I..."

——Qi Jiu hates rainy days.

Especially tired of being in this villa, having to endure such a lonely night alone, and the rainy day that can easily feel suffocating.

I want someone to accompany me, and I really miss the rabbit that would shrink into my arms when it heard thunder.

...no more rabbits.Qi Jiu lowered his head in frustration.

Only Yan Shiqing.

Yan Shiqing didn't ask anything.

He didn't let Qi Jiu finish talking, he just led him back to the room where the two used to be.

He carried Qi Jiu back to the bed, his movements were gentle and restrained, he brushed the corners of his eyes affectionately, and told him to wait a while.

Qi Jiu grabbed the corner of his clothes, but Yan Shiqing was afraid that he would get cold, so he cruelly opened his fingers bit by bit, and left him on the bed.

When he warmed himself up and returned to the omega, he found him curled up in a ball.

On such a big bed, Qi Jiu only took up a tiny bit of space, trying to accumulate heat by curling up.

He hid himself under the quilt, his arms crossed to cover his eyes, his palms fell on his ears, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

Vulnerable and helpless, like a drowned cat.

His pheromones are weak and thin, and the grapefruit flowers are swaying in the rain, which is more pitiful than he looks, revealing his uneasiness aggrievedly.

There will be one third of such indifferent nights every year, and Qi Jiu will die slowly on this bed.

The manic rain seemed to have taken shape, piercing into Yan Shiqing's heart like a sharp arrow with incomparable precision, he didn't even know when Qi Jiu became like this.

When did it start...when did it become like this.

Yan Shiqing's breathing stopped for two seconds.

He was so anxious that he almost rushed to hug him.

He stuffed Qi Jiu into his arms in a panic, sending his dry body temperature towards him.

He hugged Qi Jiu, put down the other's arm, gently placed his palm on Qi Jiu's soft hair, and brought his head close to his shoulder.

Those embarrassing distances were suddenly shortened, and Yan Shiqing held Qi Jiu hard, covering his ears instead.

He didn't want Qi Jiu to die, he didn't want Qi Jiu to be sad, he didn't want Qi Jiu to suffer.

What...how can I warm him up.

Yan Shiqing didn't know that he couldn't do anything other than hold Qi Jiu tightly.

He knows nothing, changes nothing, learns nothing.

On such a heartbreaking night, Yan Shiqing felt Qi Jiu tremble and buried his head in his heart.

Weakly, timidly.

But Yan Shiqing didn't know how to get rid of Qi Jiu's loneliness. He looked at the traces of rain in the sky, gently brushed his chin against the other's hair, and finally said two thin words:

"Go to sleep."